Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2011 00:34:40 +0000
From: Jake Toulouse-Lisle <elliotstory_nifty@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Elliot's Story Chapter One

So... to begin with the mandatory disclaimers and warnings that I know most
of you won't read, but here goes.

This story is a work of fiction. All the events described hereafter are
merely figments of my imagination, and perhaps some from my past. The
characters in this story are also fictional (apart, of course, from the
narrator (me, albeit a younger me)), and any resemblance to persons living
or dead remains purely coincidental.

The story also features sexually explicit scenes between consenting minors,
so if you are offended by such scenes, or if it is illegal to read this
where you live, then please look away now, and don't look back *insert
scary face* No, but seriously... leave.

This story is my own work, and is not to be posted anywhere else (on the
internet, or otherwise) without my consent... *evils*

So, to commence with the reason you are actually here -- the story! I
hope to see you at the other side and hope that you will continue to read
this series as it continues to progress (and it will -- I promise weekly
updates, so be back!).

Thanks, Elliot.


Elliot never thought of himself as different until he was about fourteen or
fifteen.  That's not to say that he fitted in perfectly at school, in fact
he was often picked on for being smaller than the rest, or maybe it was
that he got full marks in the maths test. His untidy blonde hair wasn't
much different from the other kids, nor was he in any way particularly
ugly, yet these persistent nasty remarks followed Elliot through much of
his early school life. But Elliot was never one to let these things get to
him, and in fact, being picked on because of these things only made him
work harder, to become smarter and not to take the snide comments to heart.

	"Hey, Elliot! The primary school's that way."

	At this point in the story, the point where we'll begin, Elliot was
eleven.  He had just started secondary school and already had begun to
notice that things were going to be tough. Still, he took their remarks
about his less-than-average height with a pinch of salt. Sure, he was a bit
of a late developer, but he knew he'd catch up with the rest in a year or
two.

	And sure enough, during even the first three months of secondary
school Elliot found that he had grown a whole two inches! But this still
left him lacking and the kids who picked on him for being shorter than
them, still tormented him for his inability to play sport or his puny
`kiddy' muscles or his superior intelligence (something which never made
sense to Elliot -- he valued intellect above sporting prowess and thought
it stupid that they should be mocking him for being able to, and enjoying,
reading the classic literature of the nineteenth century, when they still
struggled to read and write their own names).

	And so it was that much of his first year at Mailview Secondary
School was spent within the confines of the library; his unruly, blonde
head either caught in a book or set with a concentrated look down at a
piece of homework. In a weird sense, Elliot even enjoyed his time in the
library and made several friends during the year he spent in there.

	Firstly there was Liam.

	Liam was in the same year as Elliot (year 7), and was similarly
picked on for being smaller than his classmates. However, being in
different halves of the year, they shared different timetables and didn't
have a lesson with each other.  They also didn't share many of the same
interests. Where Elliot enjoyed reading fiction and novels, Liam was more
mathematically inclined, and enjoyed to learn about science and nature and
animals.

	Then there was Jayden.

	Jayden was two years ahead of Elliot. He wasn't a particularly
smart kid, in fact he was probably a bit less than average in the brain
cell department, but he hung out in the library as he was often picked on
for being spotty and having read hair. The library offered a kind of
shelter where he could shy away from the year 9 bullies -- after all,
what 14 year old wants to be seen in a library?

	However, the friend with whom Elliot really took a liking to was
Scott (or Scotty as he liked to be known).

	"Hey, Scotty! What've you got there?"

	Scotty was very much like Elliot. They both loved to read novels
-- Elliot's favourite being Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, and
Scott's being Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. And, though Scotty was a
year older than Elliot, they weren't miles apart in terms of physical
structure; in fact the two were probably only separated by about three
inches. Despite the age difference they were both able to talk,
intellectually, about a range of subjects which they enjoyed (and what they
enjoyed, they seemed to share).

	Elliot had just walked into the library at the beginning of the
lunch break and had seen Scotty sitting alone at a table with a book which
he was skimming through very quickly. Elliot approached the table, pulling
out a book of his own and then pulled a seat out to sit opposite his
friend.

	Sitting down at the seat he took the time to glance at his friend
on the other side of the table. He noticed his unkempt, brown hair that
seemed to be stylishly kept in just the right degree of mess. He noticed
his perfect curvy nose that maintained lots of its boyishness without
looking like that of a baby's. He also noticed, above all else, Scotty's
sparkling blue eyes, and he noted how they contrasted to his brown hair and
slightly tanned skin. But Elliot shook his head, waking himself up from his
momentary lapse, knowing that these thoughts were thoughts he wasn't meant
to be thinking.

	"So, whatcha reading then?" Elliot asked again, upon getting no
reply from his friend.

	Scotty looked up from his book, seemingly only just noticing his
friend's entrance. He flashed Elliot a gleaming grin, and then said, "Oh,
this is for an English project. We have to right the ending to a story we
read in class. I thought I'd get a head start now, so as to have free time
at home."

	It was a habit that Elliot, too, had gotten used to over the year,
to complete most of his homework assignments before school was even
finished, leaving him much more time at home to do what he really wanted at
home.

	Seeing that Scotty was busy, Elliot began to start a piece of his
science homework in silence. It wasn't that the two friends were in a mood
with each other; they just both preferred to work in silence and respected
the other's wishes. However, before the end of lunch Liam had decided to
join them, and he had news that he couldn't keep to himself.

	"You'll never guess what?!" He said, excitedly.

	Elliot and Scotty looked to each other, then back at Liam, shaking
their heads.

	"You know Tom, from my class?" He continued, talking about a boy
Elliot knew all too well as a bully from the other half of year 7. "Well,
he only went and took a shower after P.E., and rumour has it that he
got... you know.  Well..." he whispered, "a boner."

	Now, on a little tangent here, any American readers out there might
wonder what the fuss is about taking a shower after a P.E. lesson, but in
the UK this is not always the norm. At least, when I was at school, none of
the boys showered after a lesson, probably through a combination of the
teachers not enforcing it upon us, and a general embarrassment of our
bodies. Back to the story.

	Elliot, upon hearing this news, was secretly excited. (You see, the
truth was, he was harbouring feelings for boys that he knew were not
necessarily normal. He didn't exactly know it yet, or at least wasn't
coming to terms with it, but he liked boys more than he liked girls.)
However, excited as he was, he had to hold back his excitement and show a
more reserved response.

	"Well, you know Liam. Kids get boners all the time," Elliot began
in a sarcastic tone. "Hell, I forgot, you wouldn't know about that, would
you?" Elliot gave Liam a playful punch on the shoulder and started to laugh
a little.

	"Hey," began Scotty. "I know a kid in my year that did the
same. His name's Harry (he's the really tall one). Yeah, he took a shower
once after rugby, the teacher made him. He didn't make a fuss of it, just
turned it into a joke. He even got naked in front of us all; we could all
see his dick and everything!"

	Elliot was now hardening fast underneath the table, and he knew
that it wasn't going to be long before the bell signalling the end of lunch
rang. He grabbed his books together and shoved them in his bag, which he
used as a shield to hide the site of the small lump in his school trousers
as he stood up and made his excuses to leave.

	Running from the library, Elliot made his way to the school toilets
which were only just round the corner. He usually made a habit of not using
the school toilets, or any public toilets for that matter, but this wasn't
going to be just any normal visit. Once inside the toilets, he found an
empty cubicle, opened it, dropped his bag and locked the door.

	Elliot knew that he didn't have long. Elliot also knew that with
his dick as hard as it was, he wasn't going to be able to concentrate on
his lessons during the afternoon, let alone soften it up so as not to draw
any more unwanted attention to himself. So that left just the one option
-- to jack off in the toilets, thus losing the hardness and being able to
live through the rest of the school day.  Plus the great feelings would be
a bonus.

	Now, he had never done this before, so at first his attempts were a
little clumsy. He quickly worked the buckle to his belt and fiddled with
the button and fly of his trousers. What would usually take him merely
seconds to complete seemed to be taking him minutes, as he fought with his
fingers to get control.  With his trousers now loosened and down at his
ankles, he sat on the closed lid of the toilet and pulled his still
buttoned up white shirt to his chest, using his chin to keep it up.

	With his right hand, his writing or masturbating hand, Elliot
opened the button to the fly of his `cool' Superman boxer shorts and
carefully pulled out his small, yet rock hard, dick. At just under four
inches, it wasn't huge, but it was the one thing that Elliot could be proud
of. It was a pretty average size for an eleven year old, and besides, it
was his and what the other kids thought didn't matter.

	He started quickly, not trying to savour the moment or make it
last, just wanting the orgasm quick and to be able to leave the stinking
toilets. His fingers worked quickly, three on the underside working the
thin shaft, and his thumb on the top, paying particular attention to the
head which would appear and disappear beneath the foreskin of his
cock. Elliot worked hard, increasing his speed and his power on his dick,
wanting his climax to reach quickly (such an odd paradox).

	The thoughts in his mind were of Harry, the tall, hunky boy in the
year above. Elliot imagined Harry showing him his large 13 year old penis,
with its thick pubes and heavy balls. He hoped one day that he would start
to develop pubes like some of the boys he'd seen in the changing room, but
right now he'd have to be happy with his smooth dick and tight balls.

	Then the thoughts changed, they wandered to Scotty, his friend from
the library. He imagined his small, brown-haired friend removing his school
clothes; his blazer, his tie, his shirt, his trousers and, oh... He saw the
skin in his mind, he caressed it. He felt every contour of Scotty's body
with his hands in his head, as he imagined stroking down the sides of the
lusciously tanned skin to unwrap the final layer of clothing before the
delightful package beneath.

	But Elliot got no further. With his dream hands still wandering
over the silkiness of Scott's skin, Elliot reached his premature, yet still
wholly rewarding dry climax. The one benefit, he thought, of not being able
to sperm yet. No mess to clear up.

	So, with not as much time as he would have liked to recover from
his orgasm, Elliot quickly adjusted his clothing, made sure there was no
guessing what he'd just been up to, and then opened the cubicle door and
swiftly left the toilets as the sound of the bell rang to tell him he had
timed it all perfectly.


Thanks for reading. I suppose if you're reading this then you've probably
read the entire story, so thanks! So, if you enjoyed this story I'd like to
hear from you (your comments, feedback, suggestions -- no nasty hurtful
comments that will make me contemplate suicide please, just constructive
feedback). My e-mail address is: elliotstory_nifty@hotmail.co.uk